A/N: Hi! This is a sequel to my previous Hamish story "The Child That Sherlock Loved" but can be read without! Reviews are appreciated please tell me how I could improve or for ideas/ feedback.

Enjoy

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Hamish was sleeping when John entered his room. His huge mop of curly black hair was swept against his face and covered his eyes. Surrounding the bed and covering the walls were newspaper pages about the cases they had solved together with his Father, Sherlock. The newest one was above the desk, dated three days ago. John smiled when he remembered that case, which Hamish had almost solved himself.

Sherlock then walked in beside John, kissing him on the forehead gently and smiling. In his hands were two steaming cups of tea, one of which he handed to John. John nodded his thanks and leaned against Sherlock.

"How is he?" Sherlock whispered.

"He is fine, look." Said John, pointing back at Hamish sleeping. "Probably dreaming about tomorrow."

Sherlock nodded and put his arm around John. "I can't believe it's been 11 years already."

John smiled and rested his head on Sherlock's shoulder. For years now Hamish had been running around London with them on cases, even solving a few. Today they had even solved a murder.

It would be in the papers tomorrow.

"Don't you worry sometimes, John, that all this, " he indicated at the newspapers covering the room, "might affect his school life?"

John sighed, "yes, yes I do, Sherlock. But it's what we decided, okay? The day we were married: that Hamish was to go to an ordinary, state, secondary school. He needs to meet people, not just Sam..."

Sam was Mycroft and Lestrade s son, adopted, who was the same age as Hamish. Like all things to do with Mycroft, his new school was one of the most expensive in England and nothing like the ordinary school Hamish was going to.

"Anyway." Sherlock kissed John's forehead again and stroked his hair, "we should get some sleep, we need to get up early and talk to the Headmistress about security at the school."

John nodded and took a last glance at Hamish before walking out hand in hand with Sherlock.

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"Mornin' Hamish." Said John as Hamish appeared in the kitchen the next day.

"Mornin' Dad." Replied Hamish trying to imitate John. They both laughed a bit before Hamish continued. " Where is Father?"

"I'm here. " Said Sherlock, with a cup of tea in his hand behind Hamish. He handed his son a bit of cut out newspaper article about them from that days paper, which Hamish clutched and smiled at.

"I'm famous!" Hamish said, smiling.

John smiled with him and said happily, "Is there any room on your walls for another article?"

Hamish nodded and looked at Sherlock, "Father, I will need you to reach the top corner of my room by the door."

"Is there really only that much space left?" Asked Sherlock, now cleaning his magnifying glass.

"Yes. We have been in a lot!" Hamish smiled gleefully, eating the toast John had made him.

Across the table, John gave Sherlock a look, which was followed by Sherlock nodding his head slowly. He stopped cleaning his magnifying glass and put his hand on Hamishes back, leaning down to his sons height.

"Hamish?" Said Sherlock, "you know what day it is, don't you?"

Hamish stopped eating and momentarily froze. Of course he knew what day it was, he had just been wishing that it would never come. Suddenly the paper in his hand didn't look so appealing any more. Instead of replying, he nodded slowly.

"You ok 'Mitch?" Asked John.

"I...I don't want to go to school. I want to run around London with you. I don't have to anyway, I am more clever than most boys and girls my age, you said so yourself."

Sherlock looked into his sons eyes and held his face.

"It will be good for you, I promise. You will make loads of friends and-"

"-but what if I don't? What if I am bullied like you were, Father?"

"You won't be. And as for cases, we still have the weekends and the holidays." Sherlock ruffled his sons hair. "Now smile for me?"

Hamish put on a smile and looked around. "What do I wear?" He asked, getting up.

"Your uniform is hanging up in your closet, don't worry, I know it fits." John said.

Hamish nodded and was about to turn away before he remembered;

"What if Moriarty or Moran comes and..." He didn't need to finish the sentence. "What if you are not there when I need you?"

"We will always be there for you, Hamish, and we have people watching the school. The moment something strange or unusual happens, we will come."

Feeling better, Hamish walked out of the room. Sherlock turned his head to John after his sons back had disappeared, giving him a worried look.

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The black taxi rolled away from the school gates, and with it, Hamish felt, his childhood. He was alone now, surrounded by a sea of people that he didn't know, and, to be honest, didn't really want to know. None of them would ever want to be his friend. Why would they? He had spent his life chasing criminals around London or experimenting with Father.

Father.

Why was he sending him here? Dad,too, had something to do with it. Why couldn't he go to the same school as Sam? At least he would know someone there. Here, every could be an enemy. A spy.

He looked around at the children in the playground. They all were standing in groups of friends, probably that had been made since primary school. It was too late to join these groups, they are too tight, he thought. It was hopeless. The bell rang and he sighed. Pulling out his map ( which he memorized in seconds ) he started the short walk to Form.

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"Excuse me..." Hamish was tapped on the shoulder whilst he was leaning against a wall waiting for his Form Tutor. He had been looking for his phone in his bag, which would call Lestrade if he pressed the emergency number, according to Uncle Mycroft.

"Hello?" Replied Hamish, turning around.

A small girl, his age, with huge brown eyes and chocolatey brown hair stared back at him. She had a good home life with a wealthy family, but they wanted to send her here. Friends? No, probably didn't want her to become stuck up. She had a younger brother and a older sister, probably much older, and two cats. Both tabby. She lived in London and had walked here so couldn't be too far away. Everything was slightly too small for her but brand new. They had bought clothes for her at the start of the holidays and she had grown; obviously.

"Is there something I can do for you?" He said again when the girl didn't talk.

"Are you the boy in the papers?" She asked.

Hamish frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Your Fathers, you solve crimes with them?" She asked.

Hamish smiled. Maybe school wouldn't be so bad. This girl seemed nice enough. "Ummm yes. Yes- I mean."

The girl looked delighted and her cheeks reddend slightly. She extended her arm out to Hamish and said;

"My name is Scarlett by the way." Hamish shook her hand, she smiled and then pulled it back, blushing.

Before Hamish could continue, a bright bubbly young woman walked down the hall, their form tutor.

"Hello!" She said cheerfully to the class, " sorry for the hold up I had to pick up a few things from the staff room!"

Whilst she was opening the door Scarlett whispered into Hamishes ear;

"You don't mind if I sit next to you do you? It's just... I haven't got any friends." She looked sad at this.

"Sure you do." He said back to her. " You have me."

She smiled at him and walked into the class room, with Hamish walking close behind.

After they had sat down their tutor smiled at them and sat at her desk, taking the register. When she got to his name she looked at him and put on a smile;

"Hamish Watson Holmes," he replied with a yes, " ah yes, your Father once helped me when I was going through a spot of trouble."

A boy at the back sniggered; "which one?"

Three angry faces turned towards him, making him go red to his neck.

"Not that it's a problem or anything..." He said, meekly.

"No, Connor, it's not." She looked at the class. "Is it?"

The class shook their heads and with one last look his tutor, Miss Tucker, went back to the register. After she had finished, she called Hamish over.

"Hello Hamish, I'm sorry about that." She said. Hamish told her it was fine and shuffled his feet a little, not knowing what else to say. "I called you over to alert you that we have people watching the school for you. Your Father, Sherlock, called them the Homeless Network? " Hamish nodded.

"Yes Miss. Is that all?"

"Almost. I have also been told that if anything unusual happens, you must call 999 immediately. Your Father said you would understand." Hamish nodded again. " Ok thank you Hamish, you may sit down now."

Hamish was about to leave when he turned around and timidity asked;

"What did my Father help you with? Was my Dad there too?"

She looked surprised but then said, " I'm guessing that Sherlock is your Father then? Well, a couple of years ago, before you were born, my mother was taken away in suspicious circumstances. Your Father helped find her. Tell him thank you will you? Oh, and your dad was there too, I think they had only just met." She smiled and him and Hamish nodded.

"Thank you, Miss." He said, before walking away.

The class had been mumbling quietly amount themselves so most had heard his little conversation. Some looked confused, they had probably never heard of Sherlock Holmes or his husband John Watson. Others looked at him as if they recognised him, but a few gave him a look of hate. Hamish looked down and walked over to Scarlett.

"Hello again." She blushed. " Can I ask-"

"- why people are watching me? " He interrupted. She nodded and looked down. "Well-"

The bell stopped him mid sentence and Hamish grabbed his Time Table before rushing out of the door. He could tell her later, he thought.

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Walking along the corridor Hamish glanced at his time table (memorizing it) and noticed that a letter was underneath it. He froze, letting the waves of people surround him. A coldness was seeping through his veins like a lethal injection as he read and subconsciously his arm reached for his back. His cold fingers touched where his scar covered his shoulders as if he had had wings, but they had been ripped out. At least that's what father said.

' Compulsory school swimming for year 7s will be held once a week for the whole year. '

was it's main point. Swimming. Hamish couldn't, didn't, swim. Ever since the whole beach kidnapping incident when he was a child he had hated to be near water. Hated to feel it's cold claws clutch his body. Even going on a boat, which he had had to do sometimes, scared him. He screwed the letter up in his fist and shoved it in his bag. His first lesson was maths. This day couldn't get any better.

Walking into maths felt like swimming into a pool of sharks. Hamish was scared, properly, for the first time in his life. More scared then when he was kidnapped by Moriarty. More scared then when he fell in the Thames in February. More scared then when he woke up and couldn't find anyone in the house and thought that they had been abducted. Because this was real life. This mattered now, more than running after villains. Other students had had years of it already. He had had only five minutes.

He saw an empty seat on an empty table and sat at it. Scarlett wasn't in this lesson, she had English. He was alone again and he highly doubted that anyone else would want to be his friend.

The teacher walked in. He was middle aged and unmarried, but bred cats. A rather boring man, Hamish thought.

"Hello class, I am your maths teacher Mr. Jennings. I will be teaching you maths this year."

No shit, Sherlock, Hamish thought. He sniggered under his breath. Infront of him, a small thin boy (good home life, two older sisters) turned around.

"Whats so funny?" He asked.

Hamish wiped the smile off his face. "Nothing, nothing, inside joke."

"You're weird." Said the boy, turning around.

Hamish rolled his eyes at the boy, he wasn't worth his time. A blue book was slapped onto his desk and he wrote his name on it slowly. This was going to be a long day.

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They didn't own a car, it wasn't safe enough for him to get the tube back, so Hamish found himself standing outside in the rain in his own, waiting for John to come with a taxi. The main school crowd has left, including some of the mini buses, so Hamish was practically alone, despite one older student in a bad temper a few meters away.

Hamish decided to not go near her.

A large raindrop splattered into his neck and went down his spine, making him shiver. He hadn't bought a coat. Suddenly someone tapped his back, making him jump into the air. He spun around, about to say something rude, until he saw that it was Scarlett. She smiled, which made her eyes light up.

"Here," she said, " I've got an umbrella." She popped her umbrella up (it was brown with pink dots) and let Hamish stand under it.

"Why are you standing in the rain alone?" She asked.

"I could ask the same for you." He replied.

"You first , me second."

Hamish sighed, he was slightly too tall for the umbrella so he had to bend his neck. "It's not safe enough for me to take a tube, and we don't own a car, so I have to wait for my Dad to get me in a taxi."

"But why isn't it safe-"

Hamish interrupted her "- uh uh uh. Now you tell me why youre here so late."

She smiled a bit more. "I was getting a book from the library, I love reading. Also, I walk home and wasn't in any rush." She paused. "Now you tell me what has been bugging me all day. Why are you being protected?"

Hamish sighed and looked around. "I'm not really supposed to say anything."

"But you will tell me anyway?"

Hamish laughed. "I'm going to have to be very vague then, my friend." They both chuckled a bit, "but basically I am in danger of being kidnapped again by nasty people."

Scarlett raised her eyebrow, "again?"

A black taxi rolled up to the school parking gates, with John inside. He was wearing a brown suit (which ment that there was a court case that day, well, he had started to wear that to court cases anyway). He smiled as he opened the door and got out.

"I told you to bring a coat, if there is one thing that your Father can't predict it's the weather." He grinned and turned to Scarlett. "Oh hello, what's your name?"

Scarlett blushed and Hamish remembered that she had read some of their cases. She outstretched her arm, which made his dad smile, and shook his hand. "My name is Scarlett White, are you John Watson Holmes?"

She blushed a bit, but John continued to smile. "Yes I am. You have read some of the cases then?"

She blushed a bit more and looked down. "Umm, yes."

John laughed then patted her on the back. He was soaked now and his hair dripped on his arm as he looked at his watch.

"Holy Sh-" He stopped himself. "Hamish do you want to come to this court case or shall I just drop you off at home?"

Hamish grinned, "wouldn't miss it for the world." John got in the taxi and Hamish turned to Scarlett, who had her mouth open, obviously about to ask questions. "Sorry Scarlett I have to go, but I will tell you all about it tomorrow ok?"

He got in the taxi and just before it drove off Hamish shouted, " THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND!"

It was raining too hard for Hamish too see the wave goodbye.

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"GUILTY" The judge smacked his hammer down onto the hard polish wood below. Hamish grinned, they had won again. John sat up and lead Hamish down to meet Sherlock, who was grinning.

"As always, I am right." He said, putting his coat on. He hugged Hamish ( a rarity) , "how was school?"

Hamish smiled back. " I made a friend!"

Sherlock let out an inside sigh of relief and hugged him again, "that's great! What's her name?"

Hamish didn't bother asking how he knew it was a girl (it was obvious).

"Scarlett. She is really nice, I sat with her in form."

"How did you meet her?"

"She knew me from our cases." He grinned wider.

Sherlock put his hand on Hamishes back and started to walk forward, " I knew that they would come in useful one day, now come on, after we get passed the press outside I know a nice Italian place round the corner."

Hamish looked up at his Father, grinning, "did you help them with a murder or shelves?"

"You know me so well" He leant down and kissed his son, "shelves, my boy. Shelves."

They opened the door to a crowd of journalists and flashes. This time, Hamish didn't need to fake his smile.

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A/N: Thank you for reading please review!